Chapter 16 #3
“We’re headed out. Love you.” She hugged Zita, then moved toward Penny and Pyro. She repeated the quick and affectionate statement, adding, “Happy wedding day,” before moving on to the next couple.
Chaos had a goofy smile on his face but didn’t care. He did his best to keep Kara between him and his friends, so the erection tenting his pants wasn’t quite so obvious. He gave his friends an amused chin lift, getting one in return each time.
By the time Kara finished saying her goodbyes, Chaos was almost walking bowlegged.
She was weaving slightly as she walked, on account of the number of drinks she’d consumed.
She wasn’t slurring her words though, so Chaos knew she wasn’t completely blotto.
He’d been giving her glasses of water all night, to try to counteract some of the alcohol.
He also wasn’t so lost in lust that he wasn’t completely aware of their surroundings when they left the bar. Even though the parking lot was now well lit, he didn’t take Kara’s safety for granted.
Especially not when his sixth sense was making itself known in the back of his mind.
She surprised him by leaning in when they got to his SUV and kissing the hell out of him. Chaos returned the passionate embrace eagerly. But he managed to pull himself away after a minute or so and get her into the car.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he warned, when they were on their way back to his house. Kara had a half smile on her face and her eyes were closed as he drove through the dark streets.
She eventually turned her head and looked at him, and the heat in her gaze almost scorched him.
“Not a chance,” she drawled. “I’ve got plans for you, buster.”
Chaos grinned. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Care to share?”
“Nope. But you’ll find out soon enough.”
“Can’t wait.”
He loved this. The teasing. The easy way she expressed her desire for him. How she didn’t hide how much she wanted him. And now that they’d shared the words, he could see the love she had for him shining out of her eyes. It just served to ramp up his desire for her all the more.
By the time he’d parked in the garage and gotten them to their bed, they were both hyped up on the anticipation that had been simmering all evening.
Their talk of exchanging vows, seeing how happy their friends were, brushing against each other all night—it culminated in a sexual frenzy on both their sides.
They battled for dominance, with Chaos winning because he was heavier and more sober.
But Kara didn’t complain as he ate her out as if he was starving. She grabbed his hair and urged him on as she moaned and whimpered in pleasure. After she orgasmed on his tongue, she sat up and pushed him backward, almost attacking him, taking his cock down her throat as far as she could manage.
What followed was the best blow job Chaos had ever had in his life.
Because it was done with love. He managed to hold off coming down her throat and maneuvered Kara onto her hands and knees in front of him.
They hadn’t made love this way yet, and the second he entered her, and she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, it was all he could do not to come right then and there.
He ended up orgasming deep inside her body, then pulling out, putting her on her back, and kneeling between her legs once more, determined to see if he could coax a G-spot orgasm from her.
Spoiler alert—he could. And it was glorious.
Afterward, he eased inside her once more and made slow, tender love to his woman, loving how soaking wet she was, how her inner muscles squeezed him tight in the aftermath of her orgasm.
After he’d come for a second time, he collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her. Kara’s arms went around him, holding him to her tightly.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Not as much as I love you,” Chaos returned, feeling drunk himself even though the last beer he’d had was hours ago.
“This has been the best night ever.”
“So far,” Chaos blurted.
“So far,” Kara agreed readily.
Chaos pulled out of her and rolled, taking Kara with him. He repositioned them so he was lying in the wet spot on the bed. He should get up and deal with it, but he was too tired at the moment. And Kara was already snoring on his chest.
He smiled up at the dark ceiling, more content than he could remember being in a very long time.
And it wasn’t because of the two orgasms he’d had or the great sex.
It was because he felt so connected to another human being.
Because of the bone-deep knowledge that he’d found the person he was meant to spend the rest of his life with.
Kara would keep him on his toes, and he couldn’t wait to see what their future held.
He’d do whatever it took to make sure they had that future they’d talked about tonight too.
He needed to find out once and for all if Nolan Colins was alive.
There had to be some kind of advanced DNA testing that could be done on the charred remains found in that car.
Until they knew for sure that her ex wouldn’t be coming after her, neither of them would be able to fully relax or move on with the future they wanted.
The last thing he thought before falling into a deep slumber was that if Nolan was out there, planning on coming for Kara, he’d regret it. Chaos wouldn’t rest until the man was well and truly dead—for sure dead.
* * *
Nolan had sat in the shadows across the street from the Anchor Point Bar and Grill for hours, waiting for another sighting of his woman.
The parking lot of the bar itself was lit up like a fucking circus tent.
Without his disguise, he couldn’t get any nearer than he was right now, which was irritating as hell.
He’d hoped to be able to steal Kara away tonight, but with all those security lights, he knew it wasn’t possible. He’d have to wait for another chance. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t wait for a glimpse of her.
Now it was very late, and Nolan was way pissed off when Kara finally emerged from the bar. She and the asshole pilot had their arms around each other, and she was looking up at the guy in a way she’d never looked at him.
Fucking whore! It was more than obvious they were sleeping together. That she was sullying what was his and his alone. He’d told her more than once that if he couldn’t have her, no other man ever would. Now, she was basically flinging his words back into his face.
It was like waving a red cape at a bull.
The couple stopped at the side of the expensive-as-fuck SUV and made out for at least a minute. And every tick of the clock made Nolan’s anger rise higher and higher.
Cunt!
Whore!
She’d pay for this.
He hoped she enjoyed her night in the asshole’s bed, because he was going to make her suffer—big time. That bitch was his.
His to fuck.
His to hurt.
His to kill.
And he would. Fuck, hurt, and kill. She’d suffer way more than any of the other bitches ever had.
He’d draw it out, make her death as prolonged and painful as possible.
Make her fully understand the error of her ways.
No matter how much she begged—and she would beg—he wouldn’t kill her until he’d had his fill.
This time, he’d make sure she couldn’t escape. Hurricane or no hurricane. Once he had his hands on her, nothing and no one would be able to save her.
She was a dead woman walking, she just didn’t know it yet.
But she would.
Oh yeah, she would.
And Nolan couldn’t fucking wait.
He followed the SUV to the house where he knew she was living with that pilot asshole, parking down the street.
As always, the man pulled into his garage and shut the door before either of them exited the vehicle.
He was smarter than some people. But it wouldn’t help.
Nolan would outsmart them both and have Kara back in his clutches before the week was out.
And he knew just how to do it. He’d finally put together a foolproof plan. He’d use the very people she thought she could trust the most against her. She’d walk right into his trap and not have a clue until it was too goddamn late.
If Jennifer Williams was collateral damage, that was on Kara, not him. The ugly bitch wouldn’t count toward the tally he was keeping track of on his chest. She was just a means to an end. Not anyone he felt pride in killing.
Smiling, Nolan started his car and pulled away from the curb.
He was still smiling when he got to his motel room.
Ignoring the whores in the parking lot peddling their wares, he went straight to his room.
As soon as he was inside, he dropped his pants and jacked off, not caring when his come landed on the carpet and soaked into the fibers.
He jerked his pants back up and went to the bathroom to shower, feeling calmer than he had all night.
It was almost time for Nolan Colins to rise from the dead.
He couldn’t wait to see the look of shock and horror on Kara’s face.
It would be worth every second of the time he’d had to spend pretending to give a shit about her disgusting friend.
Ridding the world of a weirdo like her would be a mercy.
A gift to anyone who had to look at the hairless freak.
Nolan fell asleep with a clear conscience and anticipation humming in his veins. Soon, he’d finish what he’d started with Kara and move on to other prey on the opposite side of the country. The cops would never find him. He couldn’t be stopped.
Life was good. Damn good.